“Lovers. They only come close as she lets them.”

Nothing but the taste of silence touching her lips these days.

I have tried this letting go part and ended up holding you closer then before. – everyday.

The trick to enjoy this, and see it as a part – of the process.

Love is a mix tape, a blend of lovers part of the same romance. – the romance is you.

Avoidance. Probably the worst dance. – Complicated.

I remember many songs of september but mostly I remember hers.

Imagine her to be more then just – a dream.

I still come here it somehow comforts me – to miss you.

Well it looks like the sun set on us like it set on the orange sky – as the thunder rolls.

There is something extraordinary about watching her inhabit the world. – and sometimes she catches me staring.

The depth to her sea proved to be stronger than any mans current.

Quite literally she had time on hand, while staring at the lines in her skin. – Sketches of a maze.

Empty. Like a vase without flowers – it felt.

How, love and addiction can have similar strains – of attachment.

One can easily make the mistake to lose yourself – incompletely.

Sometimes we send out our signals and then the universe responds. -recovering the satellites.

The more profoundly we study this wonderful Book, and the more closely we observe its divine precepts, the better citizens we will become and the higher will be our destiny as a nation.

Depression is the way my eyes have learnt how to close more than open.

When I was a kid, I was like everyone else: afraid of getting nuked. We had drills in school – Sweden was very close to the Soviet Union. There was definitely a lot of tension.

I wrote many poems about her and held her so close to my heart that she did not even knew a place there.

You keep me at a distance when all I want to have you is close.

The greater a man’s talents, the more marked his idiosyncracies. Yet in the provinces originality is considered perilously close to lunacy.

The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.

Sorrows, as storms, bring down the clouds close to the earth; sorrows bring heaven down close; and they are instruments of cleansing and purifying.